The Gods Must Be Crazy
Written by Amazonia V
Chapter 39
Clark dimly registered Diana's arrival, her displeasure, her departure.
And his inability to respond to her. It was unbelievable.
He was still in the clutches of this strange woman. Not that he was enjoying be felt up by her. He wasn't. But truth be told, he was a man and he had normal male responses. He didn't blame Diana for walking away.
But he wished she hadn't done that. He needed her help.
Her mouth was working slowly over his. She was touching him every where. Stripping off his jacket, his shirt, his tie, his belt.
His belt?
Diana! I need help. Come back, please! Diana!
The stroke of fingertips over flesh, the warmth of breath mingling. Reluctantly, his mouth met hers as the kisses deepened.
But he wanted more than excitement, more than desire. He wanted love. And from somewhere deep within him, he found the ability to resist this strange woman. Resist responding to her caresses, her kisses, her terms of endearment.
"Diana," he murmured, "Diana."
And found himself suddenly alone. The woman had been wrenched off his body by an angry Amazon.
Her lasso neatly tied around the body of the woman, her blue-gray eyes glittering, Wonder Woman rasped, "Who are you?" Then she inhaled deeply. "I smell the elemental trace of ichor, of the gods. Who are you?"
"My name is Harmonia," the woman responded, trying to free herself from the confines of the lasso.
"Harmonia? Ares's Naiad Nymph? What are you doing here?"
"I'm attracted to this man here and I wish to bed him."
"You lie."
"I cannot lie with the lasso around me. You know that, Princess."
"What does Ares want?"
"I thought that that was obvious. You"
Diana's face registered the shock Clark knew he must be feeling.
"Ares still wants me?" she said.
Clark didn't like the tone of her voice.
"Yes," affirmed Harmonia. "Now, fly to him, while I am forced to remain content with this one here."
Clark didn't like what he was hearing.
"Fly to Ares?" asked Diana.
"No, I don't think so," said Clark.
"From what I saw it's a wonder that you can think at all," said Diana rounding on him, her eyes flashing.
Clark winced. He certainly didn't want Diana mad at him. And it wasn't even his fault.
"I couldn't move, Diana. I just couldn't move. It was like I was in some awful grip, I tried, believe me, I tried…." Clark knew he was rambling but he couldn't help it. He needed, just needed Diana to understand.
"I didn't see you trying very hard."
"I did, I did. But it was like I couldn't move, just couldn't move at all. And I couldn't even speak."
Wonder Woman raised one beautiful brow. "Oh?"
Clark wanted more than anything to give her a hug, to pull her close to him, to reassure her through his touch that he wasn't remotely interested in Harmonia. But something in the way she stood prevented him from taking a step in her direction.
Wonder Woman seemed to have forgotten about Clark. Her attention was focused on Harmonia.
She had had been nearly overcome by conflicting emotions. Her heart had constricted with pain and shock as she had watched Clark and the nymph in a close body lock.
Even now, it was difficult to resist harming Harmonia. The scene still hurt. Pain lanced through her as but she did her best to mask the reaction under the pretense of thinking things through.
Her first reaction had been to fly away. To leave Clark alone with the strange woman he was kissing.
But as she took to the skies, her eyes tearing, her mind played the scene again and again. She saw the woman rub her naked body against Clark, saw her kissing Clark, saw the woman run her hands across his chest, saw her licking Clark's lips, saw her….
Faster than the thought could be completed, Wonder Woman had turned around mid-flight and returned to Clark Kent's apartment, to confront the sleazy woman who threw herself at Clark.
She waited for a heartbeat of a second getting her herself and her emotions under control.
"Princess, how did you know to return?" asked Harmonia looking at the Amazon with narrowed eyes. "You had given up the mortal and left for good, what made you turn back?"
"As I left, my mind kept playing the scene over and over again. One thing was clear in every sequence played. All of the initiative was yours, Harmonia. The mortal as you call him, Clark Kent was passive. He wasn't fighting you off because he couldn't. But he certainly wasn't responding to your actions. He was just standing still. Your spell to hold him still worked. Too well, I'd say."
Harmonia's face contorted. "Aarggggggghhhhhh!" she screamed.
Diana looked on impassively.